~ Blast Damage ~ ( Reader perspective )

~ Blast Damage ~ ( Reader perspective )

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[ PROVEN-TON TERMINAL COPY 506 ] Loading data.. It's been 500 years or so since it happened, and I've been here eating irradiated meat just to prevent myself from starving, at the least. Y'know, I could also die of infected wounds, dehydration, a bullet through the skull, But who cares! All the people out here care about nowadays are stealing other peoples supplies and how many 9mm's they can blast through their enemies skulls. Me? I fight them off. I keep my own home my own. That was until I met two amazing people. END OF ENTRY
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Infected

"Cold metal was the first thing that I felt against my skin. Then came the sensation of being strapped down by my wrists and ankles. Why was I strapped down? My eyes blinked open slowly, in a daze. I saw men and women in surgical gear running around wildly. The blare of alarm pierced the fog around my mind and I saw emergency lights flashing. What was happening? I saw a woman, her brown eyes wild with fear, undo the straps on my wrists and legs. My head fell to the side and I witnessed one man pounce on the other, then a squirt of blood shoot high into the air as the first man bit into the others neck. I couldn't move without serious concentration, and even then, I could only move a little. I was helpless as I lay on this metal table. I knew that I was going to die. I was an easy target. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevibility of the man to attack me. Nothing came though, and when I cracked my eyes open, I was alone in the room. What? Just then, I heard a loud bang and I saw a man with a gun burst through the door, an infected woman, the one who had just untied me, leaping at him. They fell into the table I was on, and the entire thing flipped. I was tossed onto the ground, landing hard. My head cracked against the concrete and everything went black, and the last sound I heard were the man's screams."

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